Date: Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:10:37 +0100
From: Jonas Henley
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring - Chapter 17
Kids of Indian Spring
by Jonas Henley
Chapter 16
From Zeke to Meek, in 12 fucks or less
Thursday, 15 June 1995
11:30 am
Ezekiel Prosper sat out on the curb outside his house, looking a bit
dejected. He wasn't liking his summer. This wasn't supposed to happen to
him. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. It was bad enough that he did
that disgusting stuff with that little punk Ian. He just didn't understand
how that had happened.
He looked down the street, face screwed up in thoughtful disgust. Over the
horizon of the street, nothing. Kids voices came disembodied from two
houses down, drifting with gleeful staccato. He thought about life after
meeting Ian. It had only gotten worse.
He looked back across the street to the start of the bike trail that ran
throughout the community. He picked up a rock and threw it at a squirrel he
saw there, but the rock was too small to aim well; and the squirrel didn't
care.
He couldn't believe his best friend had done that to him!! He had known
Randy West since they were in Kindergarten. They had always been friends
and looked out for each other and struck out for each other. Then to have
him do something as disgusting as what he did.
Disgusting was the word for all of it, as he threw even harder, but this
time a bigger pebble and aiming for the bark of the closest tree. The
ricochet of a good hit caught the squirrel's attention. He cocked his head
for several seconds and then went back to foraging acorns. Ezekiel cocked
his arm, ready to let fly another, this time again aiming for the squirrel,
but he let his arm fall.
How could Randy do that?? He actually bent me over and fucked me!!
He savagely threw the rock, a dark scowl across his face.
I was his best friend! And he actually fucked me!! Like I was a girl or
something!!
Ezekiel picked up pebble after pebble from the junction at the roadside and
threw them hard and angrily at that stupid squirrel that he couldn't hit
and just wouldn't run or something. It was as if the squirrel also knew
that Ezekiel was no longer a threat in the world.
"I'm even starting to throw like a girl." He said out loud this time. He
looked back down at the ground again, as though he were looking for a
better pebble. He kept rehearsing that scene in his mind; nothing he did
could wash it out. Randy West, coming upon Ian screwing him, saying
nothing, but able to describe it in detail to Ezekiel when he came over to
his house that afternoon.
No one was home and they were in the living room, Ezekiel in one chair,
Randy in the other, when Randy dropped the bomb on his best friend.
"So, did I leave anything out, or are you going to say it wasn't you?"
Ezekiel was pale, shaking his head and mumbling "It wasn't me." Part of him
was glad. This was Randy after all, his best friend. And Randy wouldn't
tell anybody, but better yet could help him get out of this mess. Yes, that
was it. But there was more:
"I know it was you, Zeke. I just didn't know you were like that. I would
have appreciated you telling me earlier."
"Like that? What do you mean like that?"
"A poof, dipshit, You took it up the ass from another boy!!" Randy was
almost yelling.
"You take it back, Randy, you take it back, I swear you better, or . . . ."
"Or you . . . . what? Gonna tell everybody at school I'm seeing things."
"No one's gonna believe you; they'll just think your pissed off cause I
kicked your ass. Then I'll tell them I did it cause you said you were queer
and had a thing for me. How about that? So you best keep your mouth shut!"
"You best sit down you little shit, unless you want to explain to everybody
why it was you in the pictures I took of that red-headed fucker, going to
town, banging your little white ass!!" Randy yelled back. Zeke went pale
and sank back into the chair.
"Pictures?" he whispered. Now he was sunk. This was getting way out of
hand. Why would Randy take a picture? Several pictures. He glanced to the
staircase leading to Randy's room.
"And no, it's not in my room, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not
stupid. I asked Graeme to hold it for me. Now, if you want to go and tell
Graeme why you need that camera, I'm sure he'll be happy to give it to you,
after he takes a commission off your ass. See, I didn't tell him what was
on the camera, just not to let anybody else have it. And you should know
that he broke up with his girlfriend last week, and he's been fairly
frustrated. From what I heard, she was a steady source of handjobs and
blowjobs. So if you want to go trade your little booty hole to Graeme for
the pics, then go ahead. Is that what you want? He's kinda red-headed too,
maybe that would turn you on?"
It was hard to take it all in. Still pale, nervous, and feeling a little
clammy, Ezekiel just shook his head and softly said, "No."
"Good, cause his dick would be a lot bigger, so shut up and listen, and no
more threats. Bent over, getting FUCKED by a BOY, is no position to be
making threats to a man like me, right?"
Ezekiel stared at the carpet; he couldn't see a way out of this.
"I said, RIGHT?" Randy shouted at his poor friend. Randy truly was angry at
what he saw, and he did feel very much betrayed. At the same time, he never
had the success that Graeme Trowe and Kyle Brooks had with the girls, and
Randy was definitely randy. He was tired of waiting for the forbidden
fruits of female puberty to show themselves to his wandering lust. He was
tired of his own hand. Little Randy was definitely calling the shots on
this one. Big Randy was just along for the ride - and for the orgasm.
"Yes," Ezekiel said meekly back. "Right, Randy." Ezekiel didn't know the
last time he had been meek to anyone. He wasn't arrogant, well he wasn't
overly arrogant, but he definitely was not a meek child.
"Well, well," Randy said, looking over his broken friend. "Look at the
pride of Joplin 7th grade. Just wait until we start school again in a
couple months and all the girls that swooned over the cool, suave, every
hair moussed in place Zeke Prosper find out that he likes to bend it for
the boys." Randy started laughing at the very thought of the scandal if or
when it hit the school.
"Why are you doing this, Randy?"
"Why?? WHY!!???!! Why, because you lied to me, Zeke! I thought you were one
of the guys; we all thought you were one of the guys. No telling what you
were looking at in the locker room last year, playing with yourself while
you thought about us at night." Randy had a disgusted look on his face as
he said this. You could tell that he hadn't really considered that until
right when he was saying it.
"No, no, that's not true, Randy. I never looked at you guys. Never. And
I've never ever thought about a boy when I jerk off - and I'm not saying I
do either - just, you know, sometimes when I think about a pretty girl and
she's not around to help me out. You know."
"Dude, Zeke, I saw you getting fucked by a boy, you think I'm stupid?"
"I'm not gay, Randy; I don't do that shit."
"Are you fucking kidding me?? I saw you man!!" On top of everything Randy
was becoming angered that Zeke was even denying it. Obviously, even the
last shreds of their friendship was meaningless. Either he thought Randy
was an idiot or just never did trust him enough to tell him. And to think,
all that time he was just perving Randy and their other friends. At least
that's the way Randy was seeing it.
'OK, fine.' Randy thought, 'He wants it, I'll give it to him!'
"Well, what's it to you anyway?" Zeke asked.
"What's it to me? What's it to me??? OK for starters, Zeke, you could never
tell me even though I was your best friend."
"Wh-what? Randy, you don't even know . . . . "
"And all this time you've been pervin' me and the other guys. Probably
think we're stupid, not knowing you jack off to us every night from what
you've been staring at in the locker room, the pool, over at our houses . .
. ."
"Ewww. Gross, Are you crazy?"
"And why did you have to go for some runt like . . . . what's his name?"
"Ian?"
"Yeah, whatever. What was wrong with givin' it up to one of us?"
Ezekiel's eyes widened. This couldn't be happening. Randy not only knew,
but he was really freaking out on this. Not that Ezekiel wasn't freaking
out himself, but he was trying to think of a way out of this, at least for
the present. He had to go somewhere and figure all this out. He had only
been screwed three times by Ian over the last week and a half. He couldn't
for the life of himself remember why, except that he owed Ian three passes
at his ass, and Randy had somehow walked in on the last one.
"Are you insane?" He asked Randy, "Do you know what you just asked me?"
"You were giving it up anyway, why would it matter to who? What's wrong
with your supposed friends? Hmm?"
"You're not making any sense, Randy."
"Oh I am, Zeke, I am. I'll make a lot of sense tomorrow, too, when I tell
all those guys that used to think you were cool as shit; and now they'll
see I'm cool, and you're just a girly-boy after all. No more first picks on
the PE teams for you. And forget about any those girls googely-eyeing over
you. They won't be interested anymore in you, won't be passing me up as
much. Guess you'll just have to watch me get the snatch we used to say we
would get."
"Come on, Randy, you can't tell anyone about this. Randy, please, listen, I
can explain, I think. "
"No, no. No explanations needed. I understand everything." Which, of
course, at this point, Randy wasn't even understanding his own reaction or
base desires. He wasn't understanding anything at all.
"Come on, Randy," Zeke said, now with a little fear in his voice, "You cant
tell anyone about this. There's gotta be something I can say to convince
you."
"No," Randy said softly.
"Then what? What do you want from me?"
Randy looked at his best friend, maybe his former best friend, he didn't
know; then he moved his eyes over to the arm of the sofa. Zeke followed his
gaze; and deep inside of him, he realized not just the position he was in,
but the physical position that Randy wanted him to assume. This couldn't be
right. No way this could be right.
"You can't be serious." Zeke said to his friend, but the undertones of his
statement indicated that he knew both of them understood just how serious
Randy was.
Randy for his part reached into his pocket and pulled something out and
placed it on the coffee table between the boys and the sofa. "I saw
something like this on the heating unit behind the school, next to where
that boy was fucking you. I figure it's to help get in. So I bought some
yesterday evening at the drugstore"
Ezekiel stared wordlessly at the small bin of Vaseline that Randy had set
on the coffee table. He looked downcast and gave a simple nod of his head,
confirming that Randy had thought right. Zeke looked with trepidation over
at the end of the sofa, took a quiet deep breath and got up and walked over
to it. He couldn't let this get out, and Randy wouldn't be going through
with this all the way, probably just wanted to humiliate him. But why? They
were friends. - He thought. - At any rate, he knew what he had to do in
this moment.
Ezekiel stared at the cushions on the couch as he undid his belt. Randy
watched him the whole time, also undressing. As Zeke's belt came off, Randy
was taking off both shoes. Zeke undid his snap, and Randy had one sock off.
Zeke pulled down the zipper of his pants, deliberately not looking at
Randy; and Randy had the other sock off, deliberately looking at his
unfortunate friend, his poor friend that had no idea there actually was no
picture and no proof of what he had done with Ian.
But Ezekiel was unsure enough and scared enough to be completely compliant
with the now dominating Randy. He positioned himself in front of the arm of
the couch so that it was perfectly parallel with his pelvic bone as Randy
stood up, still watching.
Ezekiel took a deep breath and pushed his pants down below his buttocks to
about mid-thigh. His dick was full just from the fear and sex factor, but
not hard. There was a beautiful hang to his penis coming out of a small
nest of pubic hairs that spoke of perfection and hinted of the perfect boy
straight-up erection of which he was capable. Another breath to steady
himself and he leaned over the sofa arm and presented his young, full ass,
just beginning to show that muscle of an athlete with all the cushion of a
boy just into the first year of pubic hair.
"Fuck." Randy sighed out as he saw the soft perfect roundness being
presented to him. "Nice." He quickly disrobed, pulling everything off,
underwear to shirt. Ezekiel tried not to look, but he couldn't help glance
over at the rapidly inflating dick. It was at least 4 1/2 inches and coming
out of a larger nest of curls than his own. Tighter curls, and blacker too.
Ezekiel continued to watch, entranced as the boy stretched his developing
body, giving no glances to anything but the delicious ass that was now his.
He reached down and grabbed the Vaseline and walked over behind his friend.
To say Ezekiel was nervous would be the understatement of the month,
perhaps the year, for him. His eyes grew wide and he stared straight ahead
as he felt Randy's hand reach down and cup his bottom, full at the top
where it pouched out so nicely and then shivered as he felt the hand caress
and move down over the right cheek.
"Fucking smooth," Randy murmured to himself.
'Oh fuck!! This is my best friend!' Zeke's mind was screaming at him as he
felt Randy's thumb rake through his crack. He could feel the pressure
exerted on his right inside buttock and the back of the thumb scraping
softly along his left crack to give him some sort of perverted tingle from
out of the blue. The tip of the thumb just barely teased the outer folds of
his hole, sending another shiver up and down Ezekiel's spine, with the
downward shiver arriving just as Randy's hand and thumb pried open that
luscious and oh-so-damn-inviting crack to reveal the almost cherry center
that just at that point winked at him as the shiver finished its course.
"Good fucking Toledo, that is so nice."
If his dick could get any harder than it just had from the sight of the
curve and the tempting sensational crack, it would have sprang up with a
'BOING', instead it just sprang a leak. He couldn't help but leak copious
pre-cum at the unbelievable and tantalizing sights offered before him, and
he leaked all over Ezekiel's cheeks where his dick was wagging and
spreading its growing amount of pre-slime.
Ezekiel could feel it, and it was if it was the nail in the coffin for
realizing that yes, this really was about to happen and yes it would be his
best friend, and it was actually his ass that was so definitely about to be
nailed.
Randy let go of the ass, but there wasn't any relief for Ezekiel as he
immediately heard the top of the small bin of Vaseline being popped open.
"Randy, come on, we don't have to do this." He was really getting nervous
now, but there was no answer from behind him. Then he saw a wad of greasy
towels fly past him and hit the floor. Randy must have wiped his hands on
them - no guess work required to know where the rest of the Vaseline was.
"Randy, come on."
The nervousness clearly showing in his voice at this point, but Randy was
too horny. His alpha male animal instincts kicked in and all he heard was
prey, fresh and ready for the taking. He reached down both hands this time
and peeled his prey open in back to look on the puckered purse he was about
to claim. In his minds eye he could see his dick opening up that tight hole
and pushing all the way through, 4 1/2 inches deep of boy meat flagpole
claiming its stake!
As soon as he felt the thumbs pry his cheeks apart, Ezekiel uttered a short
cry as the most private of privates was exposed. He could feel the cool air
hit his asshole as he called out: "No, Randy, wait!"
Unfortunately, though, the momentary release of his bottom cheeks was not a
signal that Randy was listening as the release was quickly followed by a
death-like grip of his outer cheeks, and Ezekiel soon felt the greased up,
hot, blunt flesh of a hardened dick part his cheeks all of it's own as it
passed through like a knife through butter, and amazingly right on target.
Even before the head of Randy's driving dick touched his hole, Ezekiel knew
he was screwed.
And shortly after this disheartening inescapable collision with reality hit
and he knew he was about to be skewered by his best friend, on a longer and
thicker dick than he had had before, the head flattened out against his
tensing asshole.
"Oh, fuck! That already feels good!!" Randy moaned out as he gently prodded
the hole. He could feel the tip of his dick prodding against his best
friend's small hole, could feel that hole loosening and starting to yield
as he slowly rocked into it.
Even Ezekiel knew it was a losing battle as his hole began to relax under
the somewhat massage of the warm, firm, would-be invader, and before either
boy realized it, Ezekiel's anal muscle relaxed open and spread wide around
the head of Randy's dick as it eased in smoothly. It closed back around the
glans as the first inch slid in, but the smooth motion continued for
another two inches as the anal ring was stimulated along the movement of
the thick shaft through the initial part of Ezekiel's bowels.
Randy was blown away by the luxuriant heat that moistened, suckled, and
massaged his sensitive dickhead and shaft on its journey deeper into the
most private access to a boy. He plunged onward in slow motion - to the
moans and subtle gyrations of the boy in his power below him.
The very slow dance of Ezekiel to adjust to the bigger dick, as though he
could somehow evade and pull away from it subtly, appeared to suggest to
Randy as though the boy could be either in pain or in pleasure. With his
horny mind swamped by the incredible pleasure feedback of ass running along
his dick, he chose to believe Zeke's moans were ones of pleasure, and he
taunted the poor boy:
"Oh fuck, yeah, work it, Zeke!! Damn, but your pussy is INCREDIBLE!!"
And with that he began pumping in and out about 1 1/2 to 2 inches at a
time. The sudden start of being fucked proper took Zeke's breath away so he
couldn't protest Randy's words. By the time he came back to his senses, he
was being banged true and proper in the real sense with Randy's pelvis
connecting fully with his cushioned backside to drive the whole of the
larger dick all the way into him before pulling out 3 - 4 inches. The boy's
buttbone was really being slammed, as he was rutted like a rogue underling.
Then, as he prayed for the humiliating onslaught to end, he felt Randy's
hands on his shoulder pulling tight against the boy's crotch, felt his
already stretched and worked-over hole expand slightly more, and for the
first time felt the deposit of maturing, hot semen flooding his ass, 4 1/2
inches or more deep into his rectum. He could fill it filling him up deep
in the center of his lower being. Randy's cum was inside him well and good,
something a boy would never want known anywhere.
Randy owned this ass now. The feeling of sperm flushing his deeper rectum
had done it. Ezekiel hung his head, knowing the inescapable truth, even as
Randy held him steady there, huffing and puffing out the last throes of his
exertion, staying fully implanted for the moment.
Randy bent forward and hoarsely stated, in a tired but thoroughly pleased
voice. "Oh fuck! . . . . . . Oh . . . . we are DEFINITELY doing this
again."
And so Ezekiel found himself every day at Randy's house, bent over
something and getting fucked like two virgins going at it, one reluctant
and in shock, one elated and zoned out into the incredible feelings. Randy
fucked the boy over the couch, on the floor, over the kitchen counter one
day, in the bathroom, and his favorite - multiple times bent over the bed
and eventually full naked doggy style. By this time Randy had already
secretly filmed their activities twice.
One day, he even stripped naked but told Ezekiel to just stay in his
underwear. Ezekiel numbly sat on the bed, watching his former best friend
strip down. He could only but wait for the view, like a condemned man, of
that hardening dick that opened him up everyday and shot a load of
pubescent cum inside him for him to carry around the rest of the afternoon.
This time, though, as Randy stood before him, dick now arisen and pointing
up to the ceiling, Randy looked directly into his face and said, "Any lip
or complaint about this at all, and I'm going to bring in a couple more
guys."
That was one of two things he was most afraid of hearing during the last
two weeks of fucking he had indured - the introduction of more boys, or
just word getting around in general. The only reason he was doing this was
to keep that from happening. And even now he woke up everyday just wanting
to end it and take his chances with everybody finding out. But not today.
Today he would just do what he was told.
That was when he heard the second thing he had been dreading most, hoping
it would never come to pass. No such luck, as he heard Randy command:
"Now, get on your knees."
He had sucked Ian's just once, and it was significantly more humiliating
than even getting fucked, if that was possible, both being equally
unfathomable to most boys.
"Now grab my ass and show me how much your mouth likes dick!"
Just the same, he issued no complaints as he opened his mouth and
instinctively grabbed the base of Randy's dick as it began filling his oral
cavity and threatened to head down his throat and make him gag. He did his
best at the amateur blow job, almost in tears as he got closer to the
inevitable filling of his mouth with cum for the first time. Could he spit?
Would he have to swallow? Whichever, just so long as he could make it
through this without vomiting or crying.
The answer in the end was yes and no. He made it through and as the warm
spunk began filling his mouth, Randy's hands kept him in place and made the
internal argument of spit or swallow moot. He had to swallow or drown in
cum. He swallowed, almost causing a second orgasm in Randy as he realized
his friend just swallowed down a load of his young cum.
And he didn't vomit or cry, not at first. After Randy sat on his bed wiped
out and talking to himself about how mindblowing that had been, Ezekiel
walked into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. Now he was crying.
Randy heard him and felt guilty and embarrassed about what had happened,
but he couldn't move from where he was, his conscience in such turmoil that
he seemed permanently rooted to the spot. He remained there on the side of
his bed naked and now soft when Ezekiel finally came back out.
"Zeke, you OK?" Randy asked quietly, almost tenderly.
Neither boy said anything else, as Zeke quietly got dressed and Randy,
somewhat sadly, watched him leave without another word.
What Zeke didn't know, was what came after he left.
Randy actually ended up sitting naked on his bed in that same spot for
another 25 minutes. It wasn't until his mom and little brother Mark came
home that he finally stirred and got up to get redressed. However in that
span of time, he went from melancholy and reflective, somewhat mourning the
loss of his friendship, to recovering from what he was slowly realizing was
the most orgasmic moment in his life. Somehow that had been better than
even the feeling of Zeke's warm ass gripping his entire cock in a
whole-penis massage.
Shooting his load straight into Zeke's mouth and watching him eat his sperm
like a good boy should, tripled the rush he got in dominating the boy for
his sexual pleasure. By the end of his solitary reflection his little
brother had come bounding up the stairs, but Randy was again smiling at the
thought of the treasure trove of endless dick-pleasing he had at his
disposal. He really was getting hooked on Zeke's ass, and now that mouth .
. . . . 'I'm just going to have to take it slower in that area. That
freaked him out a little more. But he'll get used to it.'
He was rapidly moving beyond the loss of a valued friendship and smiling
perversely to himself, pulling his jeans up over his own luscious rump,
having skipped the formality of underwear for the moment.
His dick and balls were still hanging out in front, pulled in tight and
obscenely hard, when he noticed his little brother Mark standing outside
his doorway, looking in like his brother had gone crazy.
"Gross. What the hell are you doing?" Mark asked.
Nothing, not even this surprise, could wipe the smile off Randy's face. He
blandly smiled over at his brother as he attempted to tuck in his engorged
meat and zip his jeans without it catching. "If you're not going to suck
it, Mark, then quit staring."
"Faggot." Mark muttered and went on to his room. Mark walked on, ready to
break into a run, but strangely, his brother didn't even get pissed or
comment back. Still what he said was crude and gross enough.
Randy just shrugged. A large part of him didn't even hear his brother. He
was too busy remembering the warmth of that mouth, and feeling the
delicious soft denim rub on his woody as he walked downstairs to see what
was up for dinner.
He walked into the kitchen, and his dad gave him a weird look. He suddenly
felt his dad's hand at his back pocket pulling him backward, and then
('what the hell?') did his dad just feel-up his ass? But for Jackson West,
he wasn't the least bit interested in his son's ass; he was just verifying
that his son was not, in fact, wearing any underwear. As he did this he
leaned forward a bit and checked out what he thought he saw.
"You know, Randy, I don't mind you going commando, but I don't think you
should do it wandering around with your penis as hard as that."
Randy turned to see his dad chuckling, but that didn't stop the barely
pre-teen from turning a bright red. He had no words to answer his father's
observation at first, but then looked down. "Is it really that obvious?"
"Yes, son it is. Why don't you go get some underwear on so you don't offend
your mom. And I'm pretty sure Mark doesn't want to see it either."
When Randy came back downstairs, he appeared to have things more under
control, at least the briefs he dug out of his dresser helped give him the
appearance of having his raging boyhood under control.
"That's better," his dad said.
Randy turned red again at the thought that his dad noticed the difference,
but that didn't stop him from commenting softly, but slightly
sarcastically, "Yeah, well it's still hard."
His dad chuckled again as he got the steaks out and checked the marinade.
"Yes, well, it's going to be like that a lot over the next few years. And
it's going to get bigger, more obvious, and more embarrassing - and
underwear, not even briefs, will not always hide it."
"So don't go commando, I got it."
"Well, or at least be aware of the possibilities if you do. And be prepared
to do your own laundry."
The last comment by his dad got a smile from Randy.
"Don't worry, dad, I don't leave streaks."
His dad nodded. He continued trimming the meat for the barbeque, wondering
how exactly to bring out his next concern now that he had some alone time
with his oldest son.
"Well, about that." He paused briefly with the steaks, and then decided
that he should continue preparing the steaks as if this next conversation
was the most natural in the world. "You probably might want to start
washing your own sheets, too . . ."
"Um, really?"
"Really. . . . and, especially if you and Ezekiel keep having sex in your
room."
Thumpnk!!
Randy stared down at the half-sliced tomato that he had been about to cut
up for dinner. He couldn't take his eyes off the splattered mess on the
floor as his mind reeled and his lips attempted to deny that he even knew
what his dad was talking about; but the fear that gripped his heart at that
moment had also squeezed out any breath he had to counter the statement
laying between them.
The weird thing was, if his dad had accused him angrily, or even
suspiciously, he could have countered instantly, like a cornered wild
animal, using his fear for a believable defense. But instead his dad just
casually threw out a slammer like that, as if he just said, "you know,
sometimes I put pepper in this marinade." And then he just went back to
tending the steaks, leaving his oldest boy totally speechless, and poor
Randy was realizing the longer he stood there speechless, the guiltier he
looked. But he was stuck.
Eventually Jackson West turned around and looked at his son and the
splattered tomato on the ground. "Are you going to pick that tomato up?"
"Huh?"
"The tomato."
"What?"
"The tomato, Randy. The red vegetable on the floor in front of you."
"Oh, um . . . . . . . . I don't know what you're talking about."
"Son, the tomato on the floor at your feet."
"No, dad, I mean, um, the other stuff, the . . . uh . . . sex stuff."
His dad burst out laughing and turned back to trimming the steaks down some
more. "Right, sure you don't."
There was his opening, the chance for Randy to let his anger, his cornered
fear rise up and hotly defend himself and become offended at even the
suggestion of his doing nasty things with another boy. But his heart gave
out on that. He wasn't up to it. He knew he was beat.
It's funny, he seemed the older boy, taking charge and laying down the law
when he turned on his best friend to satisfy the growing and poorly
understood carnal desires raging through him. But here, next to his dad who
didn't seem to miss anything, he was just some little kid, barely even
squeaking into adolescence; and though already he had a small nest of curly
black hairs that most 12 year old boys would envy, as well as the ability
to pump an increasing amount of ever-whitening sperm, he was still within
the early throes of puberty.
Randy quietly cleaned up the tomato spill, wondering what to say to his
dad.
"Dad, are you, uh, mad?"
""Mad? No, son. Why would I be mad? It's not as though you two are being
forced to do anything. Now that would make me mad. Very mad."
On hearing that part, Randy partly flushed and turned his back to his dad,
pretending to cut up another tomato. Jackson West took it as just a general
embarrassment at being caught out by his dad.
"It's true, at first I wasn't happy, but that was more on the sense that I
just wasn't ready for you to be sexually active, yet. I know we talked
about what might happen once you were in high school, but I didn't expect
it to be this soon. And true, I didn't think it was going to be with
another boy.
"But as I thought about it, I decided it wasn't so bad. After all you two
are friends, and you're just a couple boys finding ways to experiment with
what feels good, and not having a girl to try things with -- which I might
add, I am happy you don't have a girl to try things with. I really really
don't want you getting involved with girls just yet, and for many reasons.
You could get one pregnant, you could get wrapped up in the sex and get
stuck with a bad relationship, not seeing just how bad she was for you. And
you could get a bad reputation among other girls and lose the opportunity
to find a good girl to have as a girlfriend.
"So I guess, as I thought about it more, and honestly I try to not think
about it too much, I guess I realized that for two almost-adolescent boys
with overactive hormones, it's not a bad solution. I would advise you to
not advertise what you two are doing, or include anyone else, because you
don't want that getting around either."
Jackson took a pause and realized that in his stream of talking, a stream
that was partly to smooth his own confusion and fears about what he
realized his son and Zeke were doing, he looked down to see he had way
over-trimmed the steaks.
Neither father or son were looking at each other at this point. "So, am I
right? Is it just relieving some sexual energy, or do you . . .uh . . .
like . . .boys . . . like that."
"Dad, I'm not gay."
"Oh good!" his dad sighed out, much relieved, before catching himself. "Not
that it would be a bad thing, um, if you were. You know, your mom and I
love you no matter where your physical interests are."
"Great. I'm not gay, dad."
"I'm not suggesting you are, or even that you're bisexual. I'm just trying
to be more understanding."
"Thanks, but I'm not anything like that . . . . . . . hey, um, dad, does
mom know, that me and Zeke, um, jacked off."
Again his dad couldn't help but laugh to himself.
"Don't try to fool me, Randall West. You two are in way past mutual
masturbation. I know sex stains on the sheets when I see them. I had to
tell your mom that you had taken to sleeping commando, that you weren't
eating enough fiber, and that you were starting to have wet dreams. I was
laying it on thick. Her suggestion was to switch to whole wheat bread, tell
you to put your pajamas back on, and make sure you toss off in the shower
before you go to bed."
"Dad!"
"Hey, she doesn't want to see things like that when she does the laundry.
In all seriousness, you start airing out your room and change your sheets
more often if you boys are going to be doing things to each other."
"We don't DO THINGS to each other."
Jackson looked back at his son, still turned toward the opposite counter
and too embarrassed to look at his dad. Jackson took in the developing 12
year old physique of his offspring, at least as best could be seen under
the T-shirt and blue jeans. He had to admit that he and Sheila had produced
a damn fine specimen of a boy. Sure, he was prejudiced, but Randy and Mark
were both good lookers. And Mark, in the last few months, was catching up
rapidly to Randy. He shifted his gaze to the jean clad butt of his son. It
still bothered him - though he was trying to be open and understanding and
relate to the changing mores and attitudes of kids today. Every generation
was different, maybe this wasn't so bad.
Still the thought of another boy using his son's bottom for sex, even if
mutual, bothered him a lot. It was hard to be that understanding a dad, and
he had to ask his son just how often it happened.
"Son, I know you really want to move on and get off this subject, but I
have a question and I want you to be completely honest with me."
"Yes, sir," came the quiet response.
"Just how often does Ezekiel do, um, do uh, well, uh, do you?"
"What?"
"How often does he do you? How often do you get screwed?"
"What?" Randy spun around, truly amazed. "You mean you thought I . . . . .
. Dad! I told you! I'm not gay! It's all Zeke. He's the one that likes to
get buggered. Or whatever you want me to call it. I just do him cause he's
always coming over asking for it."
"OK, OK, not so loud; I'd rather not have to approach this subject with
your little brother. So, you're still a virgin back there?"
"Yeah, dad! Totally and forever. No way I'm ever bendin' over for guy like
that. I don't have no pussy. Um, I mean, sorry, I didn't mean to say, uh. .
. . "
"No, it's OK, for now. For the future, it's vagina, anus , and penis. You
watch your mouth around adults, especially with your mother still in the
house."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I have to say I am somewhat relieved. Though I never would have
expected it out of Ezekiel. Are you sure he really . . .?"
"Yeah, dad," Randy cut in. He really did want to move off this topic. It
didn't matter if he got cut off from ass now; he was just trying to avoid
having his father start poking around for the truth. "He really likes it.
You should hear him when you guys aren't in; he's like really into it."
"Hmmph. Well, he sure doesn't look the type. Wow. I never would have
thought. I still don't feel too pleased about you two doing things. Still I
suppose if no one else is involved . . . "
"Yeah, nobody dad. Nobody else, swear it. Can we, like, talk about
something else now. I'll wash my sheets, OK. And I'll eat the wheat bread."
His dad laughed again. "OK, well. I guess that's a pretty big commitment in
itself. Hmm, just imagine what it would take to get you to eat your
carrots."
"Yeah, real funny, dad. So are we gonna put those on the grill or not?"
"Whoa, easy speedy, we're gonna get there. One last thing, though."
"Yes, sir?"
"You make sure you keep all this out of the hearing and knowledge of your
little brother. I don't want him the least involved, in knowing or doing.
You understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand, but come on, dad. One - Gross! And Two - Mark's
just a little kid. He wouldn't even know what or why we were doing
anything. Probably doesn't even jerk off yet."
"Well, that shows what you know about your little brother. I've seen both
of you naked at different times in the last sixth months, even if you
plainly haven't seen each other."
Randy mumbled to himself, "Yeah, right. He's seen me close enough." But his
dad went on without noticing.
"And, remember, hot stuff, your brother is only nine months younger than
you. Let's just say your brother was literally on your heels, conceptually
speaking."
"Eww. Gross. Again"
"It may surprise you to know that your brother is maturing a lot faster
than you were at his age."
"Huh?"
"Well, let's just say where you were 5 months ago when you turned 12, he
passed up last month, and he still has four months to go before he turns
12."
"You mean he's got some hair now?"
"That and it seems a fairly respectable penis for his age. Actually he may
even be on par with you for that. And if you haven't noticed, he's now
barely an inch shorter than you and only 8 pounds lighter. So you may want
to be careful about how little you treat your little brother. Keep that in
mind the next time you chase him down the hallway and let into him for
something. And I'd still prefer it if you and Zeke cooled it some. Now get
the potatoes and follow me out to the grill."
On the way out to the deck, they passed Mark coming down the stairs.
"Hey, dad, can Mikey Gaston come over?"
"Sure."
Randy looked back at his brother as he went for the phone. When did his
voice get deeper like that? And he really was almost as tall and as big as
him - when did that happen? How much did the kid really know about sex?
Especially if he was hanging out with Ronnie Gaston's brother. All Ronnie
thought about was sex; everybody knew that.
He would have to be more careful, he thought, as he walked out on the deck.
A week after that incident, Randy was still fucking Zeke on a daily basis,
though more often at Zeke's house, and even making sure to tell a more
compliant Zeke to be sure and wash his sheets regularly. In fact, during
the last week of school, he went over to the Prosper's first thing in the
morning and fucked Zeke every morning in his own bed before he even had a
chance to get ready for the day. And then he would do it again to him once
the boy got home. Jacob and Mimi Prosper just thought Randy was excited
over the end of school and the beginning of summer, and that's why he got
there so early to wake up their son.
Just to survive mentally during this period, Ezekiel managed to push it all
to a remote corner of his mind and ignore it. This allowed him to pop back
and become the wise cracking Zeke everyone expected at school, with the
good looking face and playful smile buying his way out of social upheaval
and propelling him to the status of one of the cool and popular of his
class.
Randy was on the fringes of that group, more by his association with Zeke
and with Graeme than anything else. But boy did he love seeing that swagger
of Zeke's in front of the girls, knowing that just that morning he had
owned that ass, and right at that instant his boy cream was securely
deposited within. It satisfied, for the moment, Randy's need for power,
which was unfortunately most of what sex meant to him.
One day, after glowing with pride at his conquest, he watched the slim and
muscular form of Zeke come into view in the gym locker room, as he first
peeled off his shirt and then slipped out of those enviable jeans, enviable
because they got to caress those strong legs and cup that luscious pouty
ass. Still clad in his white briefs, Ezekiel was an incredible beauty to
behold, albeit in a very straight and boyish way. And knowing that those
briefs were but a thin layer of cotton separating the essence of Zeke's
back bumper that he was accustomed to slamming on a daily or twice daily
regimen gave Randy a woody.
He hurriedly changed into his own PE clothes, hoping that no-one else
noticed, but he was so horned up that afternoon, he had to once again try
for a blow job. As he lay on Zeke's own bed, with his legs spread and Zeke,
completely naked, kneeling between, he had his hand on the back of his
friend's head, guiding the brown-haired boy's head down on to his erect and
straining cock, only too soon to erupt deep in the boy's throat, unloading
a whole day's slightly salty anticipation into the mouth.
"Swallow it down," he commanded, just before he began to pass out form the
incredible sensation of it all.
Zeke felt the warm cum flooding his full mouth and tried to hold back from
vomiting. He swallowed it down, swallowing around the large dick filling
his oral cavity, just like he was commanded. By this time he already knew,
and even saw copies, of the two videos Randy had secretly made of him
getting fucked doggie style, and yelling out for more - Randy had tricked
him to do that, saying that if he did it then he might not do it every day
- and a third video showing his first ever blow job the week before (even
Randy had forgotten he had turned the video camera on, but it made for a
nice after-supper surprise that night.
Once again, Zeke went into his bathroom to vomit, though this time with
minimal tears. Randy saw this as an improvement, and it was only another
four days before he tried it again.
The next time he tried was a few days ago. Randy had a particularly wicked
hardon, and by switch, he was completely naked in his bedroom, the door
wide open, running the risk of Mark coming home early or any of his and
Zeke's mutual friends stopping in. The risk gave his erection more of an
edge, something waning recently in his feelings of power.
Ezekiel was feeling along the thicker, hard flesh, still wondering
incomprehensibly how he had come to this and reflecting on the fact that
this very symbol of manhood, this rod of all power in boys, this hot and
thick and powerful rod was regularly, no daily, thrust into his bottom,
while he subjected and bent over to take it, and to take it nowadays
without protest. He did Randy's sexual bidding, and he could see no end to
it.
It wasn't that he was finally resolved to being used like some rag doll, to
chronically feeling his ass opened up behind, that slowly expanding anus
wrapped around an ever progressing tube of boy meat, opening up his most
private and embarrassing places and advancing in, claiming him over and
over, running in and out, forever feeling like he was getting fully fucked
for the first time, and then the most humiliating instances in his life,
only to be repeated daily - the feeling of that brief expansion before the
pulsing of a boy's sperm projecting deep into him and filling up his butt.
It was even worse the last few days of school, going about with all of his
friends, walking around and still with the remnant feel of stretch, of hard
dick running past his anal rim, of having a boy explode inside, of knowing
that as he talked to everyone as normally as he could, another boy's sperm
was deep in his rectum.
He could never feel fully cleansed anyway as he was being pumped full
daily. And recently it had gotten worse. And that day, the day of the most
recent blow job, as Ezekiel looked at his naked dominating friend, feeling
along the hard length of the dick that so regularly opened his ass, he knew
it was going to be another such day when Randy's hand went to his shoulder
and began pushing him down to his knees.
This, to Ezekiel, was the absolute worst in degradation. He felt more
disgusted and sick to his stomach doing this than anything else. Of all
things it would be the one to send him over the brink. But he didn't
complain, and he dutifully followed the gentle hand pressures as signals
and took the enlarged, spongy dick head into his mouth, trying to savor its
complexities in feel, flavor, and significance. He moved his jaw down and
began to take in more shaft, sucking and swirling as he went. But it was
all mechanical, all without passion or interest.
Even Randy could feel some weight holding back the promise of elevated
orgasm that the nips and small sucks only hinted at. Even firing deep down
the boy's throat, he would have noticed that something was just too rote
about it. But still, he was 12, and he did have a hot mouth sucking on the
most sensitive pleasure area of his body.
It didn't take him long to give in to the need to cum, and to create new
interest for himself, he pulled back as the moment came and told Ezekiel to
open wide, "I wanna watch my - oh fuuuaaaggh - cum in your -
shi-fuuucckkoooghgaahhh - yeah!All - fuck! - over your - oh gahh -
mmmmnnhh"
And as he watched the first spurts shoot straight into Zeke's open mouth,
and the second ones cover the pour boy's tongue, he knew he was going to be
ready for round two in no time. As the third spurts slipped over the wall
of lower teeth to pool below the tongue, Randy just slipped his fat knob
back in and took to fucking out the last of his orgasm in the warm flooded
mouth.
Not only that, but the sight of seeing his cum entering the boy's mouth and
knowing Zeke had no choice now but to swallow, got him harder. Instead of
being more sensitive and needed a short break, he actually got harder and
hornier and kept right on rocking the poor mouth. Sore jaw and gag reflex
be damned, Randy in no time was full face-fucking the struggling Zeke.
He ran his hands through the soft boys head and pulled it onto his dick.
Ezekiel had managed to get something of a hold near the base to prevent an
out and out deep throating, but Randy took no notice. His mind was
completely taken over by his dick, his need for power and control and his
reflexes. A short while later he was panting, now fully deep-throating his
friend, and yelling out unintelligible obscenities as he held the boys face
flush in his crotch and churned out three more surprisingly full loads -
these going right down the back of the tongue and into the throat with
minimal suction required.
Ezekiel felt himself squashed against Randy's soft smooth skin, the boy's
thick dick holding his mouth wide open and throbbing, with its tangy
treasure deeper within, while his nose was pressed into the small nest of
pubic curls. For what seemed several breaths he was inhaling deeply, as the
action had increased his rate of breathing, with each deep breath sealing
the boyish sex scent of his best friend deep into his nostrils, down his
air passages and throughout his lungs. For years later, Ezekiel could swear
at random times he could smell the distinct, and not unpleasant, young boy
odor of Randy that came off his pubic hairs. Even more inexplicably, it
made Ezekiel hard as a rock.
Randy pulled his younger friend off his dick, panting and only barely able
to keep himself upright, partly by keeping support on Ezekiel's head.
"Oh FUCK!!" Rand exclaimed rather loudly. "We are definitely going to do
that some more!!"
Randy's enthusiasm did not translate into another sucking session for poor
Ezekiel until Wednesday evening. Now the poor boy was sitting on the curb
on Thursday, the next morning, aiming pebbles at the indifferent squirrel.
His jaw wasn't nearly as sore and worn out as his ass felt from the day's
activities, and the number of boys that had cum inside him. Nathan was the
only bright spot to yesterday.
Ezekiel had just met Nate yesterday, well officially met him, though it
seemed they should have known each other longer. He vaguely remembered the
boy from school. He had a better memory for the friend, the kid called
Tucker. Now though, for some reason, he couldn't imagine not having noticed
Nate before.
He actually had something of a smile creep across his face, and he paused
in his attempts to peg the squirrel, having long ago given up on serious
intent in that area. But the thought of meeting Nathan, and then REALLY
getting to know him last night, gave the poor tortured boy a smile. He
rarely got one unforced nowadays, most of the time it was a pretence riding
on many days of middle school training in looking cool. But he knew he
couldn't keep it going. He was about to give up on being Randy's sex slave.
He was still doing it just to keep him quiet about the ever growing number
of indiscretions. It was becoming a very vicious spiral out of control,
vicious to his concept of what his own boyhood should mean.
And it was becoming a very viscous cycle, too. Despite the amount of cum he
took last night at Randy's, Randy had told him to be out here on the curb
by 11 am, commando and in shorts, and prepared to suck another couple of
loads down and then bend over, touch the ground, and offer up his ass. This
time, though, Ezekiel made him swear it wouldn't involve Randy's cousins.
"Don't worry," Randy said, "They wont be back until next week."
When Nathan's dad drove him home last night, all Ezekiel could think about
was coming back to visit Nathan; he wasn't even thinking about Randy,
despite the conscious effort to get commando and run over for a short while
after being dropped off. On the way to his house, Mr. Carlin kept trying to
make small talk with him, and Ezekiel kept trying to find his old, natural
self, the easy self-confidence that used to allow him to comfortably and
effortlessly chat with anyone and make them see him as something of a
natural born social leader.
But he couldn't quite reconnect any longer with that beaten down old self;
though he was able to feel it and remember it sharply for the first time in
a month. So he was trying to be all smiles on the way back, something very
un-adolescent. It would have had an effect on any adult except the
Carlin's. This whole talking to any child thing was still new to them.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, it was nice to have you over for
supper. We'll have to have you over again sometime." Dave Carlin finally
said as he pulled into the Prospers' driveway. Ezekiel never even noticed
that Nathan's dad hadn't asked directions.
"Thanks, Mr. Carlin! I had a great time. I'd like to come back."
"Well . . . uh, you're certainly welcome to return. Even if we're not
there, you can come over and see Nathan."
The two got out of the car to find Jacob Prosper already in the driveway,
looking for something in the trunk of his car. He and Dave Carlin gave each
other the slightest of nods and regarded each other as cagey lions, with
Dave having the slight mischievous grin of a winner, showing he had
something the other had wanted.
"Dave."
"Jacob."
"Whoa. You guys know each other?" Ezekiel asked.
"You could say that," Jacob replied, not taking his eyes off his equally
wary opponent. "Did you enjoy yourself, Ezekiel?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Did you tell, Mr. and Mrs. Carlin thank you?"
"Yes, sir, I did. Hey dad, can I ask Nate to spend the night this weekend?"
Still, neither of the men were looking at Ezekiel; they just kept the same
cautious regard of each other. The boy found it slightly weird, but as long
as he got a yes to his question, he didn't care.
"I don't see why not."
"I'm sure Nathan would enjoy it very much," Dave Carlin added.
"Great! Well, I'll ask him tomorrow." Then he thought, might as well take
advantage of his dad's distraction. "Hey, dad, can I run over to Randy's
for an hour."
"Sure. Be back by 10."
"Yes, sir." With that he ran off down the street to Randy's. It felt weird
running commando, his balls swinging free now that they were big and fully
dropped in their hairless sac, just banging away like clappers in a bell
against his legs. He was out of earshot and never looked back as his and
Nathan's dads circled each other a few steps.
"How have things been, Dave?"
"Just great, Jacob. Always good."
"How is Tamara?"
"Very good. As always." He replied with a slightly broader grin. Jacob
Prosper replied in kind, though looking a bit more wolfish.
"Of course."
"Good looking kid you have there."
"Thanks. Comes from his old man."
"Nice and polite, as well."
"Always good to hear. I look forward to meeting your son."
"I'll let him know he's coming over. Friday then?"
"Friday it is."
"Good, Tamara and I will greatly enjoy the evening alone."
"Of course." He dragged the 's' out just slightly.
"Well, Jacob, always nice to talk with you."
"Always. Give my best to Tamara."
Dave opened his mouth for a reply, but instead just smiled and nodded and
was on his way.
Once Ezekiel got to Randy's house, he was still thinking about having Nate
over for the weekend when he rang the doorbell. He had even forgot what was
happening, or likely to happen here at Randy's. He was surprised, though,
when the door opened - but it didn't clear his memory any.
"There you are! You're late, boy!" A gruff but sort of friendly voiced
called out.
"Um, hey, uh, Randy's Uncle?"
The gruff voice broke out in a gruff guffaw and a laugh and in a loud voice
told Ezekiel, "Call me Uncle Andy!"
He gave the startled boy a slap on the back and pulled him inside.
"Um, OK." At that point he noticed Mark in the living room with one of
Uncle Andy's boys (What was his name - oh yeah - Chad). "Hey Mark, hey
Chad." He waved to the boys playing some kind of board game at the coffee
table. They both had stopped what they were doing to watch Uncle Andy and
Ezekiel.
"Um, Uncle, uh, Andy, what did you mean I'm late?"
"Well the boys, Todd and Randy, have been waiting for you all night down in
the basement rec room. Poor guys probably rubbed all the skin off their
dicks thinking about what was gonna be available to them."
"Huh?"
"Well, they've been waiting to fuck that ass of yours! They said you were
wanting it bad, even gonna come over ready!"
Ezekiel was dumfounded, and so totally embarrassed, not only that Uncle
Andy knew about Randy's use of his ass, but that he was so loud about it,
and right there in front of Mark and Chad.
But Uncle Andy was not at all like his younger, more reserved brother,
Jackson. He was a boisterous and gregarious man. He couldn't help but
exclaim things loudly and in front of others, especially if he was already
under the impression that everything was already out in the open. To this
effect, he continued with his pronouncements by lifting up the back of
Ezekiel's T-shirt and pulled back on the waist of his pants. What he saw
made him gasp.
"Hot damn! kid, that's a NICE ass you got back there. And butt naked under
those shorts, just as the boys said it would be; boy you're ready to go!"
With that added embarrassment, Uncle Andy slipped a large hand below the
waistband and cupped one of those luscious naked cheeks. "Shit, no wonder
those boys were practically cumming in their shorts at the thought of you
coming over. You must be one fine fuck!"
Ezekiel was in shock, freaked out, and could only just stare ahead and
slowly drift his gaze down to the floor. He couldn't believe that Randy had
told his Uncle! What the hell? An especially a loud-mouth Uncle.
Uncle Andy must have read his mind, because his statement was, "Oh don't
worry, my brother and the wives aren't here. Jackson had some mayoral thing
to go to, and the women are out at the mall and then a 'restaurant'. I
think that's code for a bar!!"
Ezekiel looked sideways over to the other two boys just 20 feet away in the
living room. Mark's eyes were big and disbelieving - OK, so maybe this was
all news to him - whereas Chad was all smiles. It was a conspiratorial
smile, too. So, he already knew. Probably Todd told him.
"And don't worry," Uncle Andy continued, "My boys wont let it slip to any
of your other friends about you getting off on a little dicking. You got a
good friend in Randy. He told us how badly you wanted to try an older boy's
penis but were afraid of others at school finding out -- I think that's
smart, by the way -- plus you just want to be careful of older boys in
general. Once they get a taste of that puss- . . . uh, I mean, ass . . . .
they'll be wanting it whether you want to give it or not."
'Yeah, imagine that,' Zeke thought to himself, though something else was
vaguely swirling about in his mind. What was that he was noticing?
"So I told Randy not to worry," Uncle Andy continued, "Cause I knew Todd
would be more than happy to help you out. For me, I'll know its all good
clean fun, nobody hurt, right? And nobody preggers at the end of it. Now,
Chad, my youngest boy was a different story. Even though he's got hair
above his dick and full balls already putting out, I thought, well he's
only 12 just last week, so a couple weeks younger than you, I believe, and
I figure you already got the two older boys gonna be pounding your
backside, you don't need a couple more. So I told Mark and Chad they'd just
have to wait for another time."
"Thanks." Came the meek and toneless reply.
"Don't mention it, boy. That's what I'm here for. I agreed to it so long as
I got to see to it that nothing got carried away. Now granted, Chad's none
too happy about it, as he's been chomping at the bits with hopes of
buggering your ample buttocks there, but you needn't worry about them
younger boys none and go ahead and head on downstairs and get you some good
teenage dick. How about that?" He accentuated his strange dialogue with a
slap to Ezekiel's commando butt.
With a sharp intake of breath from the slap, it suddenly hit Zeke what he
was noticing. It was that smell! Uncle Andy was a bit sauced.
Zeke was turning to head downstairs when he risked one more look over at
the living room sofas and saw Chad making motions like a movie camera and
then subtly pointing to himself. Zeke's eyes grew wide. He understood the
threat. Somehow, Chad had gotten hold of a video, or portion of one, and if
he didn't get a piece of the action, he was going to tell. At least that
was how poor Zeke's frenetic and paranoid mind was putting it together at
that moment.
"Actually, Uncle Andy, I don't guess Chad - and, um, Mark, I guess - should
be left out. They can, uh" he had to take a real deep breath just to get
this out, "they can have a turn too, if they want."
"No." Everybody turned. They were all surprised to hear Mark give such a
firm rejection of the offer.
"Well, OK, Mark's a pussy," Chad said, "But I definitely want a piece of
ass."
"You apologize to your cousin, none of that now." Uncle Andy rebuked his
youngest.
Ezekiel was now noticing better the slight unsteadiness of the evening's
chaperone.
"Now boys, it's very nice of Ezekiel to offer, but I'm sticking with my
decision. Chad, you're going to stay up here. Next time Ezekiel comes over
you can have a turn," Uncle Andy turned to Zeke to continue his mixed
blessing in keeping Chad up here. "Ezekiel, I think you should pace
yourself on Todd's dick, son, it's going to be more than you're used to
with Randy. Plus Randy will be doing you, too, remember. Don't get
overexcited. Chad will still be visiting off and on through the summer."
Zeke gave a deep blush at the thought that this guy was thinking he
actually wanted all this whole-heartedly. Unfortunately, Uncle Andy misread
the shame and embarrassment as a sign of disappointment.
"Well, now, don't go getting upset there, Ezekiel. I'll tell you what; I
hear from Randy that you're becoming pretty good at giving head."
"Yes, sir. I guess." He said very quietly. If Ezekiel wasn't already in a
deep blush, he certainly would have been now. He looked over at the boys
and saw Chad grinning once again, but Matt looked embarrassed himself and
would only look at the floor.
Uncle Andy continued, but it only got worse for poor Zeke: "Well, then I'll
tell you what. You go on downstairs and have your fun with Todd and Randy,
goodness knows they're waiting for you, and when you boys are all done,
come on back up and you can give a couple of really good blow jobs to Chad
and Matt up here. How does that sound?"
"Sounds AWESOME!!" Chad exclaimed with what Zeke would swear was an evil
grin.
"Yeah, awesome," Ezekiel repeated weakly.
Uncle Andy was too drunk to notice the boy's despair at his predicament.
"Well, excellent! Everybody's happy. And don't you worry, I'll be right up
here and make sure nothing gets out of hand. And feel free to moan and
groan and yell out as much as you like. What happens in this house stays in
this house, right?"
"Right." Zeke said quietly to himself as he headed downstairs to what felt
like his doom.
When he turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, he heard Mario Bros
going and the two boys talking smack. Randy at twelve and Todd at almost
fourteen and a half, were both sitting on the couch playing the game in
two-person play. At first they didn't even see Ezekiel as he rounded the
corner, so wrapped up in the game they were. But despite that, it was
obvious both were waiting for Zeke, as their crotches bore this out. Both
boys sitting wide-legged, zippers open, flies undone on their boxers.
Coming straight out of each lap were rock hard erections pointing skyward,
awaiting service, even as the boys' hands were occupied with different
joysticks entirely.
They were still busy negotiating the seventh level of the game, so poor
Ezekiel had an opportunity to witness the objects of his evening's
skewering. Randy's admittedly nice and well proportioned dick he was
familiar with, standing 4 1/2 inches proud with an average sized head and
already showing a bit of glisten of anticipation. It wavered only slightly
with the boy's game movements, showing Zeke just how hard that warm flesh
was. The penetration capacity of the early adolescent owner did his owner
proud, but the appetite for friction and eruption deep in Zeke's bowels was
voracious and seemed to be unquenchable. The small nest of tight black
hairs drew attention to the gifts within the drawn-up balls, gifts waiting
for Zeke's mouth and ass.
Next to the 12 year old conqueror on the couch was his 14 and a half year
old cousin, with a silo of flesh arising from his crotch. It was like a
rocket with black pubic flames licking its base as it came out of the
larger base of pubic hairs, and the size of the balls together almost gave
Zeke a gasp as he put it all together and realized the amount of cum that
would come rushing up that pole to flood his mouth, that is if he was made
to blow it. The sheer amount of hot slimy liquid that he would be
swallowing made him gulp. And how would he go down on that dick? He was
only just now able to get all of Randy's in, and Todd looked bigger than
Conner even.
Then he did gasp for real this time as he saw that Todd's dick was so damn
hard that it barely even moved while the boy was all over the controls
trying to kick Donkey Kong ass. Zeke realized the sheer power and
penetrance Todd's dick would have as he eased it in his ass ('hopefully he
eases it') and opened the poor boy up back there wider than he had ever
been and jackhammered his colon with that firehose.
The gasp caught both boys' attention.
"Zeke!! Glad you could make it. We got supper over here waiting for you,"
Randy called out as both boys continued the video game.
"Yeah, Zeke, nice to meet you. Come on over and snack a little." Todd took
his hand off the controls long enough to indicate his straining rod.
Randy laughed but kept his attention on the screen. Zeke sighed and said to
himself, 'Might as well just try and get this over with.'
Getting his mouth over the bigger dickhead proved to be easier than it
looked from the distance; and Zeke did remarkably well eliciting groans
from Todd every time he swirled the head. But he had had the most difficult
time just filling his mouth with dick - there was just too much of it. The
best he could manage was another inch to inch and a half below the head. He
made that much of the shaft feel as good as he could make it, and certainly
the sounds from the older boy were not complaints.
Both boys had given up trying to finish the video game and were
concentrating on their own dicks instead, and just how well Zeke could make
them feel. Randy had been motioned over by Todd and was now busy burying
his hardness deep in the warm bowels of his bent over friend. Zeke
continued servicing Todd as he felt Randy start to pull out and then
proceed with pumping his naked behind.
Even as Randy was later filling him up, Zeke could tell that all he was
doing for Todd, besides making him feel real good, was just keeping him on
edge. He knew there was only one place that Todd was going to reach his
orgasm; and as Randy pulled out, the boys shifted around. Zeke kept his
face to the cushions and twisted himself so that Todd could take him while
still on the couch.
Todd took his hand to guide his impossibly hard, spit-slickened dick,
thicker than any Zeke had had yet, all along the crack of the younger
submissive boy. He had always wanted a taste of pussy, and now his dickhead
was about to have first delights as it slowed the up and down movement to
just circling around the tensed laxity of Zeke's recently massaged hole.
Randy had done a good job of getting it ready for the older boy who just
now placed the head at the opening and leaned in - as every cell in his
body screamed in the sensational luxuriousness of being swallowed whole by
heat, moistness, and embracement.
The head went in even smoother than either boy had thought it would, and
Todd could not believe the grip that boy's hot ass had on his whole shaft
as it continued to sink in deeper, ever so slowly, and ever so luxuriantly,
in the just ample 12 year old cheeks. He was almost afraid to watch the
progress of the smooth stretched out skin gliding over the disappearing
hardness for fear that he might come to soon. But he did watch, and it was
an incredible sight, now forever branded on his mind as the ultimate in
dick pleasure.
For poor Zeke, it wasn't painful like he had first feared, but there was
the unmistakable feeling of stretch in his backside, and feeling more full
than the last time he had been constipated. He felt Todd's older and
stronger hands grip him with less pressure than Randy had used, but with a
greater sense of confidence, and felt the adolescent muscles pulling him
back on that sturdy dick. The march of the penis progressed deep and passed
a point eventually where none had been before, as Zeke felt his bottom
pressed against the warm pelvis and thighs of another boy, nailed to him,
in effect, by a large peg that strangely didn't feel so bad. In fact, Zeke
was realizing, being pressed up against the boy and held there - it felt
kinda hot.
Zeke's thoughts were already starting to drift to when he had the first
pleasure, himself, the feeling of absolute pleasure to his own dick as he
slid up Nathan's behind. He was thinking now of what feelings, physical and
otherwise, that Nathan had while he bent over with Zeke's dick holding him
open.
Zeke barely registered the actuality of Todd beginning his in and out
thrusts, keeping them small, slow and steady. His mind was now on what it
had felt like for himself to be the fucker, going in and out of Nathan, how
wonderful that had felt, more so that Nathan had actually invited him in.
In a way, he was subconsciously disassociating himself from currently being
used like a rag doll. He had done this many times before, but never in this
novel way. Zeke kept switching his consciousness back and forth between
being himself and being Nathan. He was, without realizing it, becoming
quite hard and very much enjoying his fuck.
Both boys noticed Zeke starting to get into the fuck. There was no
mistaking the moans, the pleasure grunts, the state of unbending hardness
that brought his dick flat up against his stomach. There was even a very
quiet "Ungh, yesss . . . " followed by "Oh gahd, yeah, yeah . . . " just as
quiet, but after Todd had sped up.
"Fuck!" Randy said amazed and then smiled. Zeke was finally getting into
it. Maybe now he would actually beg for it, beg Randy to fuck his hot
pussy. Randy was getting even harder thinking about it, harder than he had
just been earlier that night, hard enough that now there was no waver in
his dick as he reached down to stroke it. There was so much pleasure in
touching himself at this point that it almost hurt. Randy knew he wouldn't
last very long watching Todd's thicker dick repeatedly claiming its prize
and seeing Zeke's enthusiastic reaction.
Todd himself was getting closer and making his thrusts more frantic,
shorter and much harder. Zeke's mind was still gone, though his body was
welling up and clamping down, increasing the pressure on the hard member
delving within.
Randy could take no more and felt an impending tidal wave behind his
frontal lobes as a large tremor traveled up from his balls. He had moved in
front of Zeke and lifted the boys face, pulled the mouth down and now aimed
and watched the most forceful ejection he had ever had hit Zeke hard right
between the eyes. He had enough consciousness still to re-aim to the
slightly open mouth and watch as first one and then two volleys were fired
within, launched into another boy's mouth, a whole new kind of oral for
him, but the pleasure was too much and he didn't remember what else for a
while.
Zeke only partially resurfaced just as the second load of cum was fired
into his mouth; it was a new enough experience to reawaken him, and he
swallowed it down with full knowledge of what it was - another boy's seed,
and his former best friend at that. Somehow this was worse, never before
had he taken the seed without a dick forcing it down his throat. It was as
though a whole new level of shame was building, but then it was burst open
by the tsunami of his own impending orgasm.
As he felt the last thrust of Todd West's dick and the flood of teen boy
juices filling his rectum, Zeke exploded on his own, bringing his
consciousness back to the altered state of imagined pleasure that he had
been having dreamily with Nathan Carlin. Both boys remained panting and
occupying the same position of impaler and impaled on the couch for almost
two full minutes after the lasts thrusts and shots, until they slowly came
back to their own senses.
As Todd slowly pulled out, he patted that delicious rump still offered
before him, taking in the full roundness and creaminess of it and wondering
if he would ever look at a boy's ass the same again. Or was it just going
to be this one that he would remain fascinated with. Remain? Come to think
of it, this was the first time he could recall even looking at a boy's ass
and thinking something of this magnitude. So would he now be throwing
glances in the gym? Wondering what was underneath under those white briefs
in the locker room? Wondering what the little brothers of his closest
friends might feel like if he pulled their smoother, softer bodies back
onto his larger prong?
Todd got a shiver and shook the thoughts free of his mind. As he did so and
tried to reclaim the pre-fuck Todd that his own consciousness felt
comfortable with, Ezekiel himself slowly swam back up to the surface.
Realization began to dawn as to where he really was and what had happened
to him. How could he have cum while some boy was doing that to him? It
wasn't as though he hadn't cum in a while! He had just done so twice that
day with Nathan.
Oh, right. That was why. He had been thinking of doing something with
Nathan Carlin. But that wasn't any better. A boy his age, a little behind
him in sexual maturation, but aggressive in what he wanted passively.
Ezekiel shook his own head trying to clear the cobwebs, or perhaps
spiderwebs, from his mind and soul. How could he cum thinking about another
boy at all???!!
He was trying to comprehend this unfathomability with the only 10% of his
mind that seemed to be working at the moment and walked like an automaton
to the downstairs bathroom to clean up.
Randy just remained out of it, taking a lot longer to come out of his
semi-daze as he just leaned forward on the couch staring into the
repetition of the pause screen on the game. Zeke began to pull his few
articles of clothes back on, trying not to look at the still large full
dick hanging off Todd as he pulled up his own pants and boxers and gave a
throw-off smile to Zeke.
"Thanks, man. That was incredible! If you ever want to try it again while
I'm here, just ask. If I say no, it probably means you'll just have to talk
me into it. I'm sure I wont be sorry once you do."
Zeke nodded blankly and turned up the stairs. That was weird, he thought to
himself, Todd seemed to genuinely think that he wanted to do this stuff.
But Chad, on the other hand, seemed to grasp the blackmail portion of it
all. Speaking of that, as he got upstairs, Chad was the only one in the
living room.
"Mark went to bed, he didn't want to play anymore." Chad said, as he
continued to play himself on the gameboard on the coffee table. He rolled
the dice and moved the green character piece. "And my dad's passed out in
the study."
Zeke just nodded blandly at Chad.
"So you can still walk after all that?" Chad asked as a nervous joke.
Zeke just nodded again, still no expression as he gingerly sat on the small
couch at a right angle to Chad. Chad looked uneasy and fidgeted somewhat.
He started to adjust himself in the crotch but stopped, unsure of what to
do. He wanted to say something, but looked uncomfortable at taking that
step.
Ezekiel could have just gotten up and walked out at that point, and Chad
would never have gotten up the gumption to stop him, and likely would never
had said anything again. But part of Zeke was beaten, and the rest was
resigned.
"So you want that blow job?"
"Cool." Chad responded simply and still nervously.
"I'm not that good. I don't really do this a lot. I mean, I never did
before . . . . . well, you know."
"Yeah, it's, um, ok." Still nervous and not sure what to do with his hands,
Chad gave an uncertain shrug and could hardly even glance into Zeke's eyes
at this point.
Zeke was figuring he could just walk out at this point, but he wasn't sure
the repercussions down the road. For that matter, everything he was doing,
not doing, and in between was going to have serious repercussions down the
road. Now he understood what his dad was talking about when he gave him the
birds and the bees talk again last year. He was trying to tell his son the
body was ready much earlier than the mind and soul were. Of course, he was
talking about girls. Zeke knew for a fact this would give his dad a heart
attack, if he so much as just suspected how far off the beaten path his
only son had gone.
Ezekiel Prosper sat there confused. He had absolutely no idea anymore what
he should be doing. Chad just stared at the wall, uncertain himself - of
what to do, where to put his hands, how to pretend nothing tonight had
happened. But neither of them could realistically do that. So in the end,
Ezekiel gave a big sigh and sank off the end of the couch to his knees and
maneuvered himself over to face Chad.
Once so cocksure, Chad now felt like a little kid again, a tag-along to his
big brother as he watched the just-slightly-older boy prepare himself
mentally before him. Chad's mind could no longer comprehend just what was
about to occur. He watched slackjawed and dumfounded as Ezekiel gently
placed his hands on his thighs and pushed them apart, allowing Zeke the
ability to lean in between.
Zeke pulled open the fly of Chad's sleep pants and out popped a surprised
and very hard newly masculinizing dick, with just the slight overgrowth of
a dusting of hairs below. Chad stayed in shock even as Zeke leaned in and
took the pink head between his lips, rolled his tongue over the springy
texture and down the smooth skin of the tight shaft.
At the feel of wet warmness lightly enveloping and then gently squeezing
down over the top of his dick, Chad just knew he was going to blow the
moment Zeke's hot tongue and lips bathed and descended down the favorite
and most sensitive part of his dick - the front inch just below the
frenulum of the glans, and as soon as he felt it, his eyes rolled back in
his head and the eyelids fluttered down, and his hands raised up, but
incapable of coming in to hold that head still. He felt it coming already,
running inside him and racing now up his dick.
Chad opened his eyes and looked down to see his dick half buried in the
mouth of this boy that his cousins knew so well. He was still amazed at the
sight of another boy, head buried in crotch, dick buried in mouth, as his
expolsions set in. He could feel the head of his dick just past the
pressure the tip of Zeke's tongue as he spewed into the mid portion of the
boy's mouth. Zeke let the first couple of spurts gather there before
drinking it down. Afterward, keeping his tongue where it was driving Chad's
dick crazy, it was more like drinking sips of cum from the boy than having
it shot into him.
After four or five of these, it was clear that Chad was done and Zeke sat
back on his heels and mechanically licked his lips. He just realized that
that wasn't so bad, and Chad didn't taste so bad, maybe even . . . . good.
"Wow." Chad said, exhausted from being worked on.
Zeke kinda laughed. "You liked it?"
Chad was about to say 'Hell, yeah' but he looked into Zeke's strangely
content eyes and blushed furiously instead. He was wiped out, but still
thinking of what Zeke had just done for him and how he had earlier
threatened him.
"Um, well, I guess you did like it. You, uh, don't taste so bad." Zeke
blushed himself. Why the hell did he just say that out loud? "Anyways, I
mean, you, uh, make a lot . . . of . . . . well . . . you know."
Chad just nodded dumbly and mumbled while he tucked himself away. "Yeah,
well, I haven't been able to jerk off none for like a week cause of being
around Todd all the time. Didn't want him making fun of me."
An uncomfortable silence followed with Chad still seated on the couch and
Zeke kneeling in front of him. Finally Zeke rocked back on his heels and
stood up. "Well, I better be getting back home."
All the way on the walk home, he wasn't thinking about how he would be able
to explain being so late to his dad, but how he was going to explain to
himself how he had actually ended up liking some aspects of this.
"I'm just going crazy, that's all. Cause no way, no how, do I like any of
this."
And now, here he was, the next day on the warming Thursday morning,
half-heartedly throwing rocks, pebbles really, at an unconcerned squirrel,
waiting for Randy to show. Randy had told him last night, right before the
session where he ultimately spooged in his mouth, all the while Todd
buggered him fully, that he better be outside his house dressed in camo
shorts and going commando, no later than 11:00. Randy would be by before
noon, he had said.
Just as he had decided one more try at the squirrel, feeling a little
guilty about this desire of even trying to peg the innocent animal, Randy
came to a stop before him on his bike. Ezekiel looked up to see not only
Randy, but also Shane Walther. His eyes grew wide in fear. He wouldn't,
would he? Surely Randy wouldn't!
But then think of the things he had done so far.
Shane Walther was a bit of a geek. Randy and Zeke had both known him since
Kindergarten, and though variably friendly with the kid, they weren't
really friends with him. Still they went pretty far back, so on more days
than none Zeke would give him the slightest of nods, less so if Shane were
with a group of his somewhat geekier friends, and more to a 'Hey, Shane,
how's it going' if the boy was on his own. He was even known to stop and
talk to the kid. Zeke didn't necessarily avoid him, just didn't have
anything in common with him.
Randy's treatment of Shane was even more variable, more so behind the kid's
back. Randy would often strike up a short conversation with the kid if he
were alone, more so because of Randy's insecurity of not being sure where
he should fit in. At the same time, he was just as likely to make fun of
Shane and his friends behind Shane's back, something Zeke would never do,
again stemming from the same insecurity Randy had of trying to figure out
his place in life and among his peers.
Again, this same insecurity led him to picking Shane in this first step of
expanding the risk and humiliation of Zeke. Randy found it strangely
intoxicating doing this to Zeke. He didn't have the guts to really go for
it and settled on trying Shane out first - see how the kid would react to
getting a blow job from Zeke and then watching as Randy inserted his hard
dick and slowly pumped Zeke's creamy cheeks.
Shane didn't register the shock and glint of anger in Zeke's eyes. When he
came up on his bike he was just happy that Randy and Zeke were including
him in something. He didn't know what it was going to be, and didn't
totally trust Randy, but Zeke he trusted. However, right after he saw the
boy he got distracted by looking straight down the leg of Zeke's shorts and
seeing the thickening semi and the total lack of underwear. This threw
Shane off for a moment.
Zeke, on the other hand, was astounded. And angry. He looked up at the boy,
knowing the third wheel was now staring straight down his crotch, and
assumed Shane had been told everything. Shane was actually a little bit
older than Zeke, by five months, though born a couple days after Randy; he
always acted a bit younger. The kid was smart, just socially backward
outside his smaller sci-fi/wizard interest group. He had been a bit lumpy
in the past, but somehow over the last few months hit a growth spurt,
catching up to Randy, lost some chubbiness, and put on a fine sample of
hair right across his lip. Randy could see up the sleeve of his shirt and
easily noticed the tell-tale hairs in Shane's underarms that signaled he
come produce cum - cum that Zeke would soon be tasting and swallowing down
his ready throat.
He wondered idly what Shane's dick would taste like, what it would feel
like in his mouth. Was it thicker than his and Randy's? And would Shane
have the opportunity to slide his growing boyhood into the wet, warm
recesses of Zeke's privately used but publicly virgin muscular hole? What
would it feel like as the geeky boy slowly opened up the butthole of the
more popular and good-looking strapping 12 year old and pump him until he
claimed the ass with his own thick seed?
Zeke shook his head like he was clearing cobwebs. What the hell was he
thinking? What the hell was he doing? He suddenly felt the old Zeke surging
back in. He didn't know where it was coming from, but he liked it. He had
missed that Zeke, the boy he used to be. He stood up in anger at all that
had been visited upon him, the use, the abuse, the betrayal, the sore ass.
And the knowledge that no matter what he did, where he went, or who he
became, he would always know his rectum was conquered and claimed by four
different boys. Well no more. Absolutely no more.
Absofuckinglutely no more. He opened his mouth and was about to let into
Randy with a verbal barrage, maybe even followed by a physical one, when
all three boys heard halfway down the street,
"Randy!! Dad said for you to come home!"
Rand turned to see his brother calling him. Maybe this was a welcome
interruption. He wasn't quite sure he was comfortable with that look he saw
in Zeke's eye - not the same beaten down toy he thought he was playing
with. "Um, hold on just a minute, Mark."
"No, you better come on now. He's pretty pissed."
"What? At me? What did I do?"
"Just come on. I'm going back, so he'll know I told you."
"Fuck," Randy said under his breath. "Fucking little twerp."
However at some level, he was suddenly finding himself glad to get away fom
Zeke. "Uh," he muttered without looking either of the two boys in the eye.
"I guess I better go. See you later."
Zeke and Shane watched him ride off, and Shane nervously turned to the
angry Zeke, trying not to look down his crotch, but failing with a quick
glance, "So, uh, what were we gonna do?"
"What?" Zeke practically bit back.
"Randy, he said he would show me something real cool, but he never told me
what. Just told me you would be there. So what was it?"
Zeke narrowed his eyes, already dismissing the boy in his mind. "Go home,
Shane."
"But, what was it . . . . "
"Go home, Shane."
"Um, OK."
Before going back inside his house, Ezekiel Prosper decided to put the
definite end to things. He was no longer scared of what Randy could say; he
could take care of Randy. The renewed spirit took him down to the West
house. There was just the slightest stepping on to the porch when he
remembered the pics and videos; but he figured a way would open up as soon
as he started reclaiming his life. He could do this; and he walked up and
rang the doorbell.
"Ezekiel." Jackson West, Randy and Mark's dad, opened the door with a
severe face and looked none to pleased to see Zeke. "Good you dropped by."
Zeke wasn't sure Mr. West meant that last part. He looked pissed, and a
whole different kind of pissed than his brother Andrew had been last night.
"Uh, sure, Mr. West, is Ran- ........."
"Get your butt in my office. I have half a mind to call your parents. "